The Answering Shore

Fear of dying is like hunger
but I search my feelings
to prove there’s nothing
to be so gloomy about

we are so subject, so ruled
and divided
alert to such reticence
lifelong friendship, renewal
towards some hopeful development,
something
strong, but at any time

we built this peculiar bridge
you feel the sand slip and drag
at your root of it, who you are
and I set,
we set into concrete an anchor
where once
were anger, fluid fire and yet

what we sustain between us
sustains both
of us, more alive
than we dare think
or know
how to think of,
thinking of death;
the answering shore

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